Free Innocence: Under the Werewolf's Protection (Alpha Male Were Wolf Shape Shifter Paranormal Erotica) by Sierra Wolf Page A

yet. He's patient, he tells me he's willing to wait for a pussy as sweet as mine. Don't look at me like that! Those are his words, not mine!"
    "Sweet as yours?" I say, rolling my eyes.
    "Uh... yeah. You know. He's really into giving me head. Like, one of the few guys actually good at it. Did you know, Chad's never given me an orgasm from licking me? I didn't even think I could cum from that. But... he's just so good. And you know that any guy that's attentive enough to eat you out good is going to fuck your brains out."
    Again, I bite my tongue and resist the urge to tell her I didn't know.
    "You're just so lucky," I finally say. I wish I was fucking some really hot guy who also took the time to lick me out. It doesn't seem particularly fair that Sandy, with her frizzy red hair and face full of freckles, is getting way more action than I am. Then again, I've known her since high school: she's got a ten year headstart on me.
    "It's actually nice to be lucky in one aspect of your life, you know," she adds. Finally! Non-sex talk. "Good of you to be keeping me company. I'm really traumatized lately."
    "From getting your vajayjay totally tongued out?"
    She playfully punches my arm. "No! It's just that it's really not fucking safe lately. Crack junkies everywhere in this fucking town, I swear."
    It's true. In the month I've been here I've been astounded to discover that the charms of smalltown Kansas also extends to big-time addiction problems. Literal hordes of cracked-out zombies roaming the town at night. I don't live in the nicest part of town, in an apartment I share with a large Indian immigrant family, but at least I get to enjoy safety in numbers with them. If I had done as Sandy had suggested, and rented out a one-bedroom house in the nicer bits of town... let's just say crime has crept out everywhere, and being in a nice part of town doesn't help.
    "I've been keeping safe," I slowly say. The incidents in which I nearly got in possible trouble start flashing through my eyes.
    And, as always, I recall that mysterious howl which accompanies every near-incident: a wolf's, but not quite your average wolf. Thinking about it makes me shudder in fear, but also... I feel strangely comforted by it.
    "Did you know Chad's brother Matt got mugged the other night? He was just listening to his music one night after work, he works at Pizza Hut, see, and then out of nowhere two guys surround him and start pulling out switchblades. Really scary! They just wanted a fix. He didn't have any money on him so they stole his iPhone, his wallet, and even cut holes in his backpack to check that there was no laptop or anything."
    "That's crazy, Sandy. Shit," I say, mouth drying up. I never know what to say in times like these.
    "And then my dad had his car broken into in October too."
    "Shit, does he park outside?"
    "Yeah, my mom keeps her car in the garage so dad has to park outside. But like, right in front of the house. You can even see it through the living room. Everybody on the street does it, but my dad's was the only car broken into."
    "Aw, honey, I'm so sorry," I say.
    "Don't worry about it. I just try to be as cautious as I can. I don't want to, you know, become a statistic or anything either."
    "Me neither."
    "You've been keeping safe, I hope?"
    "Well..." I start, wondering if I should reveal to her the strange things that have happened with me... "Yeah, but I've also had a lot of, like, near-incidents."
    "What do you mean?"
    "Like, two weekends ago I was just heading home after shopping at Finney's, and then this guy in a hoodie starts walking up to me, asks for some change. I ignore him, and then he pulls his sleeve up and I see he's got a knife in his hand. I'm just frozen and I'm about to give him whatever he wants, but then..."
    Sandy is transfixed. "But then?!"
    "There was this weird like, howl. A wolf's, or like a big dog or something. The guy drops his knife and backs away, then crosses the street and runs. I'm barely able to catch